Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Gambia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Severed Heads to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Lightning Bolt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aaron Thompson,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Roxette,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD,
Popol Vuh,
Maleditus Sound,
CMW,
The Moleskins,
Alison Limerick,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oneida,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
Eurythmics,
The Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Sneak,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cramps,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thompson Twins,
The Gap Band,
Scrapy,
Franke,
Accadde A,
Tim Buckley,
Y Pants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Germs,
Nas,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
Section 25,
T. Rex,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
Liliput,
Shoche,
Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.